Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.